It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.
I’m wondering what December is about, if it has to be about something, which I think it does, as I’m feeling groggy-headed and unbalanced. Like someone stumbling out of a cave into too bright sunlight.
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. from “Autumn Day” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Have you seen the towering trees Tower walking their dogs? Ssshhh! Close encounters of tree kind… Did I mention I saw a cloud formation today? A pipe, like my Dad used to smoke And alongside it A match with a sunset orange flame Sorry I didn’t have my camera You’ll just have to take my…
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
It was very cool on Thanksgiving when I rode my fat bike along the Mississippi River. I stood for awhile just listening to the ice flow by, with its mysterious crunching and whooshing noise.
